A quarter of a century

It is hard to believe that I have children who are twenty-somethings. They are adults who run their own lives. But, they still seem to need us, their parents, once in awhile. For this I am grateful. I have been a mom for what seems most of my life, and I’m not ready to give that up just yet. Lily is sorting out her life. Should she be a musician? Should she be an office worker? Does she need routine and assurances of financial stability? Could she manage like a gypsy? Could she find a middle ground? Burdened by her own perceived polarities and saddled with the world’s uncertainties, Lily is filled with anxiety. How can I provide to her assurances that will ease her decision making? How can I help her to see that any road she travels can take her on an incredibly fulfilling journey. My experiences have taught me that things will work out to our advantage if we take the time to see those advantages and work with them. Somehow I knew that from an early age. But I did not seem to pass that on to my children who worry so much about the future. I too am torn with how to help Lily. What advice could I give that would be appropriate? Is any of my advice even sound? And though I wrestle with these questions every day, and though I may be wrong with how I look at life, I too must take a breathe. With whom did Lily choose to spend her 25th birthday?